Sometimes life gives you moments that help put things back into perspective. Ollie gave us quite the scare yesterday when he woke part way through his nap with a seizure, leaving his little body so tired that he couldn't be woke for close to an hour after. I had just finished nursing the baby when I heard Hyrum calling Ollie's name. I knew he had just fallen asleep next to his brother while they were watching a movie, so I wondered what was up. Hyrum met me in the kitchen, tears brimming in his eyes and we rushed to the couch to find Oliver convulsing. I have never been so terrified as I was in that moment. I yelled to Hyrum to run grab my parents from next door and scooped Ollie into my arms. He was foaming at the mouth and his face was turning blue while his limbs shook uncontrollably. I really wasn't sure what was happening and felt panic overtake me.
My Dad cradled Ollie in his strong arms and headed for the door while Mom ran for his car keys and I dialed 911. I could hardly hold my phone, my hands were shaking so bad. Before I knew it we were in the car on our way to the hospital while Ollie lay unconscious in my arms. The dispatcher had me monitor his breathing and say "now" every time he took a breath. She reassured me I was doing great, even though I couldn't control the tears. Oliver woke part way to town, unable to form words, and then fell back asleep. My mind raced with worst case scenarios, wondering what our future held and if everything would be okay. When we arrived at the hospital I looked over at my Dad who was so calm through the whole thing and caught his hands shaking, just like mine were. The adrenaline had hit us both pretty hard. At the hospital, they put Ollie on a bed, checked his vitals and assured me it was normal for him to be in such a deep sleep as his body was just so tired from the episode. There is nothing more terrifying than seeing your child unconscious and unable to be woken. A few minutes later Mike was at my side, rubbing my back and comforting me as we both stared at our still little boy. I was suddenly grateful that his office was minutes away and he was able to drop everything and come. A priesthood blessing was given and only time would tell if everything would be okay. It took him forever to wake up and when he finally came to, he was so disoriented and upset.
It took him a little while to get back to his old self. The doctor ordered blood and urine tests to see if anything came up. Once Ollie was back to normal I went home with my dad to pick up the baby and drive the van back in. At Olivers request I brought snacks and he ate everything while we waited on results and continued monitoring him. Apparently they don't do a whole lot for seizures until the second or third, but the doctor did refer us to a pediatrician who will hopefully be able to help us a little bit more. The doctor we had wasn't too helpful and wasn't sure how to answer my questions. I left feeling worried and unsure of what to do if it were to happen again. When do I bring him in? How long do I wait? What do I do after to help him recover? It was so frustrating.
As I watched the sun come up this morning and paint the sky in shades of pink, I couldn't help but reflect and ponder. Life is so fragile and time is so fleeting. Suddenly every giggle, every "I wuv you", and every cheeky grin he gives me are so much more cherished than they were a few days ago. I know I'm not the only one who feels this way as his siblings take extra care to include him and love on him today. If you need me, I will be over here, breathing in deeply, willing time to freeze, and feeling extra grateful for each and every one of my children and the time that I get to spend with them.